Pieces

Inhale the open airlet the blue skies blanket youa place I call home is now sorrowyou were a keystone in the bridge that made the covered bridge strong.Strong as a Peterbilt like the rig you put miles incomplex as the winding roads you devoured under those wheels“Just cuz you’re old doesn’t mean you’re dead.”Forever young was the wisestsmile down on me now as I remember the old dusty trails we blazedlaugh at the certainty of joyfeet on the dashtequila and tail lightswhen the red dirt settlesAll is a great tragedyHank never sounds the sameThe drink is never strong enough and the road is never long enoughThe loss trains the mud clots in my treads but never ends the journey

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